Elena adjusted to her new job at EC Games with quiet determination. The office was modern, sleek, and bustling with creative energy. Her desk was near a large window with a view of the city skyline, and she often found inspiration while sketching character designs.
Her colleagues were mostly friendly. But during lunch breaks or group dinners, all anyone ever talked about was Ethan , the CEO.
"He's so dreamy," sighed a designer.
"Did you see him at last month's investor party? That suit! That jawline!" another chimed in.
"I swear, if I were five years younger—"
Elena blinked as she munched her salad quietly. Was her boss really that popular?
Back at his office, Ethan was dealing with another kind of chaos.
"Sir, here's the list of candidates who applied for the marketing lead—" Lily, his ever-efficient assistant, paused when she noticed Alex sneaking behind Ethan's desk, drawing something with markers on the wood.
"Alex!" Ethan looked up.
"I'm designing a game," Alex replied proudly. "It's called 'Find the Mummy'!"
Lily stifled a laugh while Ethan groaned, "That's not how office furniture works, buddy."
Meanwhile, Ethan's mind was somewhere else. His father's will had made one thing clear: marry within the year or lose everything.
And just when he thought things couldn't get more complicated, Alex had started saying things like:
"Daddy, I want a mummy."
Ethan rubbed his temples. "Alex, buddy, you can't just order people like takeout."
"But what if she's the one who saved me? She's already nice, and she didn't even yell at me!"
Ethan sighed again. Elena. It always came back to her.
Still, marriage? It was ridiculous.
Right?
Meanwhile, Elena had her own thoughts. She didn't know what it was about Alex, but the little boy kept popping into her mind. She hadn't seen him since the cafe fire. She often wondered if he was doing okay.
Little did she know, fate—and one persistent little boy—was working overtime.